Last month was a big month. I made my lifelong quest to see a taping of Oprah, hung out with about 200 pugs Alabama Pug Rescue (a totally separate day), saw baby seals learn to flop about on the California coast and decided to return to graduate school.
This month was even more interesting. I spent four days in North Alabama hanging out with some very cool nuns and celebrated our first anniversary underneath Vulcan, god of the forge where we were married a year ago.
So I decided it was time to start writing about these adventures. I've been hesitant to join the blogosphere as such. It seems sort of cliche really. But still ... so irresistable.